Cruel Intentions

Cruel Intentions- CH. 38

Chapter Thirty Eight

“In my defense, I was just an innocent bystander, trying to go to the bank like any ordinary human being.” I reasoned, yet still didn’t try craning my neck to see a more than likely pissed off, Nate.

“You would. Somehow, whether it was intentional or not, you manage to wind up smack dab in the middle of not just a bank robbery, but a serial heist that has swept across the country.” He fumed as he came to an angry halt in front of me.

“Excuse me sir…”

“Is actually talking to me that scary? You can’t fathom the thought of even opening up and talking about feelings? With me!? After all we’ve been through!” Nate was just about seething at this point.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you too…”

“Tortured. Do you remember that? I would do absolutely anything for you. I have. So what makes this indiscretion any different?! You couldn’t give me the time of day? Hear me out?” Nate demanded as he bent his knees so we could be eye to eye.

“Are we really going to do this here? Now?” I whispered in disbelief.

“Sir, you need to…”

“Yes, now, since you thought it appropriate to end up in the middle of a bank robbery.” Putting both hands on either side of my thighs, placed firmly on the gurney, our faces were only inches apart meaning I could almost taste the anger radiating off of him.

“You’re being asinine. It’s not like I walked into the bank today and thought: ‘hey, I feel like getting stuck in the middle of bank heist today, I’ll go in here ‘insert bank’ so that way I can blow off Nate’s meeting today.’ Yes, Nate. This is exactly what I planned.” I fired back, tired of being reprimanded for nothing. I didn’t even want to have this stupid talk in the first place. I was being forced, and I hated being forced to do anything. It was in my nature to rebel against being told what to do.

“Sir, I’m going to have to demand that you leave, immediately.” The paramedic interrupted, snapping the last of my patience.

“Shut up!” Nate and I demanded, seeming to be on the same page as we turned our heads and growled at the paramedic before turning back to each other.

“You…” Nate started but I was too angry to let him continue. “No. you know what? I know you were tortured. You don’t have to rub it in my face. I’m already haunted by the fact every single day. I live it every time I fall asleep. I think it’s dangerous for you to be around me and as hard as I’ve tried letting you go or push you away, I can’t. I CAN’T!” though I wasn’t physically exerting myself, my chest was heaving heavily as my eyes darted anywhere and everywhere besides Nate’s eyes.